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replaced the plank, covered it with dust and straw, and drove straight to Olivia Carter’s office on Main Street.
She answered his knock in jeans and a gray sweater, holding a coffee mug.
“Mason Whitaker?”
“Sorry. I know it’s early.”
She studied his face, then opened the door wider. “Come in.”
He placed Henry’s letter on her desk. She read it without speaking,continue reading …
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